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    SIDE TRACKED

    You don’t know my streets
    My paths
    The stars I seek
    Storms of human involvement
    Storms of natural development
    Eyes focused like a mind
    Purity of morning breath
    All you lovely children with a voice
    Trying to catch up
    Becoming like yard grass
    Cut before or after the night
    Your seed is out of hand
    The root is reaching forth
    Naïve façades, unbuttoning the inevitable
    Precious is how our fingers bend
    Same as how all our bones are bound
    Being able to hold onto something
    Maybe big love

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    THE SECOND




  • #2
    Sigh...beautiful. Big love...I cherish the thought.

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    • #3
      I love this. Beautiful images here.

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